I am now 15 and have many close friends in this school. Alex, Paul, Alli and Bruce are my closest friends. Alex, from Scotland, has very strong Scottish features about him. He has always been set on causing trouble in the school and has recently come up with a plan to hack into the school computer system, switching off everything, from the lights to the mechanical dinner serving droids. This to me would be impossible to do as the school computer system is protected by hundreds of locks and fail-safes. However, Alli has a way with computers and believes that anything written by an androed can be broken. He says that a good lock must contain humor and irony and that even the new AS7500 aren’t built with enough in them to make it any harder to break than a Rubix Cube (which I believe were invented during the 1500s?)!
So his plan is that are all going to meet up this afternoon in the computer lounge. Before that, I have my Science lesson. Physics, I hate this, as scientists have recently discovered that there are different realms other than ours and unfortunately I think my Physics teacher is finding this is a bit too hard to cope with. He is 93 now and is soon to retire. Many people these days live to about 120 years because of modern diets and medicines which keep the body healthier for longer.
After a grueling 2-hour lesson with Mr. Carling, watching him crawl his way through the explanations of modern scientific developments, I head toward the computer lounge, which takes about 10 minutes because it is so far away. On the way, I meet Paul who tells me about his psychology lesson where they tried to work out whether androids have a personality!
After pushing and shoving our way through 7000 people queuing for lunch, we finally get to the computer lounge. To our relief, it’s empty. However, 5 minutes into our attempt, something goes wrong. All the exits sealed, and from under the carpets came a gas that is designed to stun anyone close to it. Within 20 seconds we were all laying down, rigid on the floor. Bruce was telling us ‘I said this would happen, didn’t I. I knew something would go wrong’. He had a sense for impending disaster. The next moment we were being escorted by 7 school androids (which hover around the school looking for any trouble makers) to the school headmasters. There are 11 of them in all, and each is as harsh as the others. Alex was the first and only to speak as he told the complete story of what he was going to do. Unfortunately, we are not able to tell lies the way (we are told) kids used to because attached to each of us is a small badge that shines a bright red when someone is lying.
So, finally each of us was asked ‘Have you anything to say?’ ‘Paul’?
‘No, Sirs’.
‘Alli?’
‘No, Sirs’
‘Bruce?’
‘No, Sirs’
‘And Bob, what about you?’ - That was me. I kept it simple. ‘No, Sirs’.
We were punished with the task of oiling all 370 school androids which took us about 4 hours.
I got home late that night and blamed it on a hold-up in the teleport. However, all this didn’t stop us from getting into mischief!
Remember, kids will always be kids, no matter what year it is!
